Now! You've put more than your share of hours in here this month.""Yeah. I will," he replied with a chuckle. I knew as well as he did he'd not go un...il he felt comfortable with the amount of work he finished. Shit. He worked more than any two of my other employees did combined.It took little time before I arrived at Le Entree since there was almost no other traffic. Walking in the door, I was greeted by Hank. He was a heavy set man, around my age, and was also the chief cook, bottle washer,. I reflected on what had happened as the water flew by. I hadn’t expected anything like this at all when I came up. I expected to check on the boat, the camper, maybe putting them up for sale, spend a day or two, and go home.Now, I couldn’t see giving either of them up. The campground held a lot of good memories, and the new ones I was making held a lot of promise. I still wasn’t sure what my feelings were for the girls, how deep I was willing to commit, but I knew one thing. No matter how we. It was all a bit of a farce really, David was so tense he lost his erection, when I helped him recover it he couldn’t find the condom, when he finally found that he couldn’t get it on and in the struggle his cock started to go limp again, so once more I had to get it hard and then help him roll the thing down over it. I began to wonder if it was all really worth-while! I suppose that having been through all that all he wanted to do was get his cock into me and get it over with as quickly as. Nice and slow. There we go. Now, you have two choices. You can be converted with the Converter here. Or you can be Atomized with this. Your choice. I really don’t want to have to clean up any more remains, so those are your options. Choose wisely, my friends,” I instructed the mere twenty or thirty odd survivors of the assault.“I ... will be converted,” Jessamine Wilcox, Milan’s elder daughter, agreed.“Jess ... no ... don’t! It’s the Mark of the Beast. You’ll never come back from that!” Milan.